The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1887-04-07
Written for the Emporia Daily News.
HELIOTROPE.


Palmer, take it back, and tell her to
bring no more flowers. detest hello
trope, don't you Gen. DuncanP"
"Why, no, Miss Lorrimer," replied
the General rising, and taking the bou-
quet from the foOtman's hand, think
it is delicious; and these other flowers
are exquisite. Only look at these VIC
lets, and these pansieS, with their gol-
| den hearts! just the thing for your
hair tonight, if you will pardon the
suggestion, Miss Lorrimer."
But Miss Lorrimer tossed her queen
~ head witch an expression of supreme
| disgust.
81 shall wear diamonds, and rubies
tonight General" she said, mot hello
trope. Pah! how insufferable the odor
is! Take them, Palmer, and tell her I
will pay for the embroidery some other
time.n
But the general fastened the spray
in his button hole.
Begging your pardon Miss Lori
mer,'' he bowed 81 will keep them.
They are my favorite blossom, the very
kind we used to have at the old home
when 1 was boy. And have a
fancy - he continued, THAT these are
not city flowers. can imagine these
budding and blooming in some dim, old
country garden"
Miss Lorrimer laughed silverly.
why General" she cried, 81 did
not dream you were as sentimental,
and you an old soldier too"
Nrad ENunH has VTRE n
too; and a sudden mist dimmed his
eagle gray eye, as an old, old memory,
tender and sacred, stirred in his heart,
awakened by the fragrance of the bios
som on his breast. He touch ed the
spray of heliotrope with kind of caress-
i've fondn IS, while its sweet and pecul-
lar Odor, with that strange power which
odors alone possess, recalled the one
dream of his young manhood; a dream
so inexpressible sweet and holy, that,
although it seemed to have forever fad
ed from him, he cherished and treasur-
ed it still in preference to any living
reality. But Miss Lorrimer'S voice re-
called him.
''But you are right, she was saying;
"They do grow in the country, in an
old cottage garden, away out on the
suburbs. Our seamStress raises them
and brings them in to sell. Mamma
never fails to buy them, as an act OF
Christian Charity. But 1 detest the
stupid things, and the girl to as for
that matter. only her embroidery is per-
fectly elegant. just look at thisi'
The general glanced down at the del
| icately wrought fabric she was unfold
| ing, with feeling OF tender pity for
the frail hands that had executed the
marvellous work.
"And she raises flowers, too?" he
said ''she must be an artists in her
| way"
'soh, yes, no doubt!n laughed Miss
Lorrimer.
Mamma thinks her paragon. She
supports an invalid mother. !! believe
and is quite as angelic as possible. But
think wen drop her for the present,
General, if you don't object. How late
| it is?'' she added, consulting her jewell
ed watch, "the evening has flown so
rapidly! tbs quite time for me to dress!
Au revoir! hope you will tire of your
| heliotrope while I'm gone; I don't want
my opera spoiled"
But an hour later, when the General
and Miss Lorrimer entered the glitter
| ing opera house, where Christine Nil
sson was to sing, the impolite general
still wore his little poeey in his button
hole: and while Miss Lorrimer blaZed
beside him in her diamonds and rubieS,
and the music clashed In his ears. he
seemed to see and hear with an intro
verted vision. Only one scene was be-
fore him. A garden bright with tropic
bloom, and bathed in summer MOON
light, and filed with a musical muir
muir of falling waters; and in the midst
of all, Young girl, dressed in white.
in some gossameT material, standing
by Rarden-yase that was full OF flow
ers, and smelling of the purple hello
trope that was part Of its treasures, be-
fore she plucked it for him as fare
well token. Oh! that evening, should
he ever forget2
The June morning dawned royalty in
the little cottage garden on the suburbs.
An equisite little gardeHs shut in By q
tangled hedge, and cut up into numer-
Gus beds OF blossoms aud berries. There